transcript 4: rin 

 

EPISODE 4: RIN

???. VOICE OVER

VOICE OVER

I don't think I'm the first person to meet their fate in Station Blue.


The journal I found that day seemed harmless at first. 


But now... I think I understand. 


Rin Hashimoto.

INTRO MUSIC

CREDITS


Station Blue


Episode 4


Rin 

INT. HALLWAY - DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

LEADS 

It's done! There is LIGHT!

All of the first floor hallway lights are now replaced.


What's next... 


One of the cameras is out in the back of the third floor. It's the Rec Room camera, the one facing that Elvis Cardboard Cut out. 


I haven't been to the Rec Room yet. I know there's a supply closet in there. 

I want to bring a shop light down for this hallway. Even with the new bulbs it's pretty dark down here. 


After that I think I'm going to call it a day. Night. Whatever. Could be the middle of the night and I wouldn't know any better. 

I've been awake for anywhere between 10 and 20 hours? 

 

Probably?

TRANSITION

INT. THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

LEADS 

Here we are. 


I don't know they put a padlock on this thing. The front door of the Station doesn't even have a lock. 


Maybe the scientists are just easy distracted. 

 

Sss... I'm bleeding.

 

Cut myself on the lock. Ugh, it stings...  


Elivs, I'm coming in! 


AaaHA! Oh. 


Weren’t you standing. Gust from the door must have knocked him over. 


Heeelloo Rec Room. This is cozy, couple of couches, TV.


Kind of a weird place for a window. This side of the Station is a few feet away from a rock face.  


I guess some light beats no light. 

 

You can really hear it howling out there.


Camera. 

He opens a door.


Not bad. 


There's some good stuff in here!


Here are the shop lights. Put one of those aside for now. 


Camera's, few spare monitors... I should replace that creepy old Door monitor in the camera room with one of these plasma screens. 


Maglights and batteries... I'm keeping one of these. 


Box of disposable cameras. That could be fun. 


Christmas lights. I can't really picture anyone celebrating Christmas in this place. 


Whatever. Back to work.

TRANSITION

INT. REC ROOM - DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

LEADS 

Camera's done. 


Let's see what people do in this Station for entertainment! 


Paper backs! 


Lots of paperbacks. Most of them are by Sherlyn Kenyon. 


"Kiss of the Night?" Oh boy. Fun times. 


Some textbooks... “Plankton and the Antarctic Ecosystem." "Geology and Seismic Stratigraphy of the Antarctic Margin"? 


And here I was expecting Bill Byrson and Kerouac. 


They've got an withered yellow Samuel French play. This thing looks older than I am. 


My old man used to have a bunch of plays like this laying around. The text is faded. Can’t make it out.


DVD's! We haaave... 


"A Knights Tale." Classic.


"Dark City", haven't seen that one. 


Aaand of course, you guessed it, because life is cruel!


John Carpenters "The Thing."


You're probably laughing at me, but it's easy to be brave when you're not in a big ol' building by yourself. Cut me some slack.


Needless to say I'll be sticking to "A Knights Tale" for my viewing needs.


The TV is kind of old. They've got a Wii hooked up. 


An empty case of Wii Sports and Mario Party. 


No batteries in the controller.


Couch isn't too bad. I might start sleeping in here. 


Elvis would have to go through. I don't like being watched. 


Coffee table has some good stuff. 


Deck of cards. Beat up encyclopedia... Okay, maybe not that good. 

 

"Peoples Magazine". I never understood these gossip rags. Or why anybody would want to be famous.


These people can't even buy an orange without an article being printed about how they're having an affair with the cashier. 


My life can get lonely but at least I can go where I want when I want. Nobody notices it or questions it.


I think my Ex is the only person back home who even knows I'm here. 


Some pens... A leather journal. 

 

"And though I walk on the ice, my mind touches the stars unseen." 

 

"The sun brings the melt, the melt flows through the inner cave and resonates with the true shape of my soul." 


Poetry?


This is really cool. It's the first thing I've touched here that feels human. 


Ah hell, how do you get blood out of paper? 

TRANSITION

EXT. THIRD FLOOR BALCONY, DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

LEADS 

The wind died down and Rin inspired me to get some writing done.


That's the owner of the journal. Rin Hashimoto. 


But it's like I've got this big mental block. Every time I put pen to paper... Nothing.


Listen to that. No power lines, no traffic. Just wind, ice and rock. 


There's nothing here to distract me. I don't even have a phone. This should be easy, but I've written all of two sentences. And I wrote those back in Christchurch. 


I'm so useless...


I thought I was going to learn everything out here. 


In a lot of ways this place is my dream. A detox from all of the stuff bogging me down. A chance to get to know who I really am. 


But all I have so far is an incomplete thought on a mostly blank page. 


Maybe that is who I am. Maybe this is all I have. 


Why do I even care?


There are plenty of people out there who are satisfied living day to day. That's enough for them.


So why can't I let myself just be? Just exist?


Why am I not enough?


It's like I'm trying to live up to something. Someone. But who? 


I don't really have friends. 


That came out wrong. I have people I like, people who like me. But we work seasonal jobs together.


I see them once a year, we don't really talk off season.


And most of them are transients like me, they don't expect anything  out of me. 


Is it family?

 

My Grandparents are gone. 


They just wanted me to be... Happy isn't the right word for it. They knew better than to force the expectation of happiness on another person.

 

They wanted me to be me. The best me I could be but still just, me. They didn't judge. 

 

And I've never cared about living up to their only childs expectations. The bar he set was so high I didn't even bother.


Sarah? 


She'd know just what to say right now.


And she wouldn't even need to say it. She'd just look at me.


I projected so much onto her.


God, I don't want to talk about this. 

TRANSITION

???. VOICE OVER

VOICE OVER

There was a lot more than poetry in Rin's journal. Philosophy, meditation exercises, dream logs. I brought two books with me but the journal was the only thing I finished.

INT. REC ROOM - DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

LEADS 

"The One Body Problem." Rin


As I grew I viewed myself as the world viewed me.


Taking the limitations of the world  and putting them on myself.


While I cried from within I showed the world the face they wanted to see. The face that was a whole face but only half of me.


There was a place in the world for both faces, but only in separate bodies.


I have both faces. I have only one body. 


As I grew I viewed myself as the world viewed me. 


But I have grown beyond the blueprint that limits them. 


I am myself, with my one body and my two faces.


The World has a one body problem. But I am not the world.”


I kind of identify with that.


I think Rin’s a lot more confident about it. Rin is here raging against the world for keeping them from expressing themselves truthfully. 

 

I don't even know what I'd try to express. It's like, when I'm all manic my body isn't enough to contain what I think it should. 


And when I look in the mirror it's not quite what I expect to see.


It's a fear of mine actually. That I've internalized the ways of the world so thoroughly that there's apart of me that I’ve locked away so deep that I don't even know where to find it.


That's what I love about Philip Pullmans books.

 

In the Golden Compass peoples inner self manifest as daemons, these animal shaped companions. Pieces of your soul.


I don't think you'd be able to reject or lock away your inner self in that world. 


It's there out in the open, talking to you, living with you. Something that seems separate but is part of your whole. 


I mean, not that that's what Rin is talking about here. They probably haven't even read the Golden Compass. 


"The One Body Problem."

TRANSITION

INT. KITCHEN - DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

The sink is on.

LEADS 

My finger is bleeding again...


This is one stubborn cut. I got blood all over the carpet before I noticed that it reopened. 


Right through the bandaid. 


Is this an elevation thing? Thinning blood not clotting? 


Just keeps coming. 

TRANSITION

EXT. THIRD FLOOR BALCONY - DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

LEADS 

"And through the forest I found a cave. 


And in the cave a labyrinth. 


And at the center of the labyrinth, a pool fed by six waterfalls. 


I approached...


What the hell? 


Can you hear that?


That's...


That’s a plane.

TRANSITION

INT. HALLWAY - DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

LEADS 

It can't be the scientists... It's too soon.

TRANSITION

INT. ENTRANCE - DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

LEADS 

I wonder if something went wrong. 

TRANSITION

EXT. THE ICE - DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

The sound of a plane flying overhead.

TRANSITION

LEADS 

That's not the plane that dropped me off. 


It's too small to have a team of scientists. 


Hey! 


HEY! 


Why do I even bother... 


It's just circling around. 

TRANSITION

LEADS 

Plaaaane! Why are you here!?

 

Why don't you land! 


You can land over there!

TRANSITION

LEADS 

The dilemma.


I'm tired. I'm thirsty. 


My face is getting burned up pretty bad.


But I know the second I go in for a bottle of water or sunblock that plane is going to disappear.

 

And that'll torment me for the rest of the life. And I'll never sleep again. 

TRANSITION

LEADS 

My finger opened up again. 


The blood looks so vibrant on the white snow.


I made a smiley face with the drops. 


Now I'm trying to make a plane. 


No! I messed it up. Gotta start over on a fresh patch.

TRANSITION

LEADS 

Come on plane! I have powdered eggs! I have romance novels! 

 

I have THE THING! 


Just around and around. 

TRANSITION

LEADS 

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

TRANSITION

LEADS 

Wait.


It's changed course. 


Plane come back! Plane! 


Plaaooof! 

TRANSITION

VOICE OVER  

I didn't know Glasses long, but he liked talking about the Dry Valleys at McMurdo. 


He said they were the closest thing he'd ever get to walking on mars. And one of the strangest features were the mummy's. 

LEADS 

This isn't a rock. 


It's a seal...

VOICE OVER 

Hundreds of mummified seals. Bones exposed, face stuck in a fleshless grin. Some of them thousands of years old. 


Every few years an unlucky lost seal would find its way to the dry valley and add its body to the rest. 


Or at least that's their best guess. 

LEADS 

God, it's just like the pictures. 

VOICE OVER 

How did one of them make it all the way out here?

LEADS 

The plane is gone. 

TRANSITION

INT. COMPUTER LAB - DAY (ALWAYS DAY)

GINA

“Matthew Leads. 


You should not be wandering away from the Station. 


The ice is unreliable and in the event of injury there is no one to bring you to safety. 


Please focus on your assignments and continue to report in a timely manner- Gina 

LEADS 

Really Gina!? 

 

Do go outside!? That's all you have? 

 

She didn't even address the plane. WHY was there a plane?!


Can't trust anyone...


That's just... that’s just... Really disappointing. 


Four more weeks. 

OUTRO MUSIC - FRIGID WIND

This episode of Station Blue was written and directed by Chad Ellis and produced by Gretchen Schrieber, Kesenia Zinkevich, and Wes Jordan Frisby.

The cover art was created by Kessi Riliniki.

Our intro and exit music, Frigid Wind, was composed by Sage GC.

Matthew Leads was voiced by Chad Ellis.

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